The night before any competition I think about all the preparation that has gone into being ready to compete. I also think about all the times that I didn’t give my best effort, and the pain I felt afterwards. Each time I wrestle I am one match closer to the end of my career. And when I let doubt creep in and sabotage my performance, I lose the chance to give my gift to the world. It’s an opportunity I’ll never get back because I lost focus for a moment. Tonight I remind myself, when it’s all said and done how do you want to be remembered? I always remember the times when I walked off the mat knowing I could have given more. Those are the matches when I tried to conserve energy to give myself a chance to win at the end, and that chance never came. Following those matches are lonely and silent walks out of the arena after failing to get my hand raised and being disappointed in my performance. And following those walks are sleepless nights telling myself it won’t happen next time. ...